Et voila! Another chapter. This one is pretty short.... Im sorry!!!
Disclaimer: I do not make any claims on anything but the idea for this story... and a couple of my OC characters that will eventually be brought in to this story.
Warnings: There will be HPDM slash. As in BoyxBoy love. Don't like it, don't read it. Also, I will be adding a couple (one in the least) OC characters to this story, But rest assured, none will be Mary Sues or Gary Sues, okay? Oh, and some things in the later chapters could be taken as incest (Not between close relatives!!! Ewww! More like cousins). It's not really incest, but some people might take it as incest.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Draco didn't know what exactly had inspired him to do it, but for some reason, he had the urge to go look for the dagger. The dagger his father had once gifted to him, in order to protect himself. The dagger he had plunged into his cousin's, Regulus', back.
Draco had searched in various places in search of the weapon, but to no avail. It was not to found.
Then a sudden thought hit him.
What if he had dropped it his rush out of the dark Church, on that terrible day?
The blond had pushed that thought away. He was determined never to go back to that place. Never.
But then he became more and more curious as the days passed. And as the upcoming school year drew closer, Draco couldn't help it. He was beyond curious; he was obsessed, and this was his final chance to retrieve the dagger.
He set out the day before the end of summer vacation, early in the morning.
The Dark forest was as unwelcoming as it had always been. The blond cut his way through the forest, tripping and stumbling along. He tried his best to remember the steps he and Regulus had taken when they were younger.
It was about noon when Draco arrived at the field.
The Church stood in all it's haunting glory up ahead. The blond made his way slowly towards the large, wooden doors of the Church.
He hesitantly brought his hand up to the handle, and, gathering his courage, he pulled the old doors open with all his might. The door creaked on old rusty hinges when it opened. Draco entered the corridor.
Draco shuddered as he remembered the screams that had echoed in this very place. The blond wanted nothing more than to turn and run.
He made his way quickly down the hallway, ignoring the knot in his stomach. At the end of the hallway, stood the same door he and Regulus had clawed at in desperation. Draco opened the door, and stepped into the large, open aisle.
He made his way up to the altar. As he walked up the steps, he noticed a dark circle on the floor, right in the centre.
Draco made his way towards it.
There, in all it's horrid glory, stood the dagger, plunged into the circle of dark, maroon that stained the altar.
"Morgana help me," Draco stuttered when he knelt down to investigate the stain. It was blood. Regulus' blood! Draco reared backwards, and crawled backwards, away from the scene.
Guilt stabbed at Draco's heart as he looked at the knife.
It was absurd! How could it still be there? The blond crawled towards the knife again, and took a closer look. There, under a layer of dust, was the sandy circle that they had made in a hurry. The runes were still intact.
"My god," Draco said in distressed awe.
Ding, dong.
The bells had started ringing their warnings, and Draco started to tremble in fear.
Before he stood to make his exit, the guilt-ridden wizard grabbed the handle of the bloody dagger, and pulled it out of the floor.
In that moment a rush of power passed through the place. Suddenly something felt different, more urgent. And Draco thought he heard a noise, and spooked.
He ran out of the Church, away from his guilt, away from Regulus, away, away, away.
A dark figure smirked in delight at the quickly retreating blond wizard.
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Later, after Draco had arrived home from his little adventure, he lay on his bed, examining the dark blade.
It was the very one he had received from his father on his fourth birthday. He had cherished it, Draco remembered.
The dagger was silver, and carried the Black crest. Three serpents swirled around the handle. Each had dark red rubies for eyes. The blade was light and easily balanced. It was crusted with old blood, and Draco resisted the urge to throw up.
He climbed out of bed, and headed for his en-suite bathroom, blade in hand.
He grabbed a towel and started to scrub away at the blood. It slowly peeled away, to reveal a shining blade, and a fancy-script inscription.
"Toujours Pure"
Draco sighed at the predictability, and slid the blade into the pocket of the robes he planned on wearing to the Hogwarts' Express. He then called a couple house-elves to pack for him.
He slipped under his bed covers, and lost himself in his nightmares.
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